“seven things that cross your mind a lot”
- deciding whether/when to refi
- figuring out what we can make for dinner if we get snowed in
- how nice it will be to sleep in for eleven days
- when to make seitan for my “solstice seitan stew” friday night
- when to make the rest of the stew
- the impending snowstorm and whether or not i’ll have to work tomorrow
- my sweets
“a letter to someone. anyone.”
i love you more than anything. i’m so glad our paths met when they did. it’s been quite different with you in my life, and i am thankful for that.
“a picture of what you wore today”
the lighting is bad again.
some bluejeans from kohl’s, cuddl duds, white socks, a brown shirt, and a blue hoodie.
“turn ons and turn offs”
turn offs: business-speak, mouth breathing, bad tipping.
turn ons: being funny, and listening. also helping me in the kitchen.
“concerts you have attended”
i’ve also seen murder by death twice now, and will be seeing them in january if we remember to buy tickets before they sell out.
“a list of the places you’ve lived at”
hasn’t changed… see last time.
“name the tv show you have become addicted to”
funnily, we started rewatching the office to catch up to the latest seasons and it’s still on the top of my list.
“what do you want to be when you get older?”
i don’t want to get older. i just want to be.
“if the world were to end tomorrow, what would do you do with your remaining time on earth?”
i wonder, since the mayan calendar is ending soon, if people will start acting funny.
i don’t think my answer changes much from last time, except we’d probably try to get together with family if time permitted.
when i was a kid, mom would rouse me in the morning with, “time-a get up!” and then she’d get in the shower and i’d think that i didn’t need to get up because the first thing i had to do was go to the bathroom and i couldn’t cuz she was in there.
then her shower ended and she’d blow-dry her hair while i dozed in the bedroom across from the bathroom, wishing for just 20 more minutes of sleep, with the hair dryer noise helping my brain stay comatose.
well, we have an adjusted housekeeping crew at work now, and they have this battery powered carpet cleaner vacuum that sounds exactly like mom’s hair dryer and, every day when they come around, it gives me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach and transports me to being 8 or 9, laying in bed wishing it was saturday (at which time i would have been up at 6 to watch mr. wizard!).
the brain is a strange.